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>HIS AUTOGRAPH ON MY LIFE
by Jaye Lewis
It was June of 1968 and I was fleeing for my life, carrying my
two-month-old baby daughter.
My brother had managed to come up with the money for a one-way
first class ticket on an airplane traveling from Atlanta to
Detroit. My marriage had become too dangerous, and as I flew home to
be with my family, I felt very agitated. Anything, God, I silently
prayed -- anything to break the monotony of my own tortured thoughts.
At that moment, my baby with a bit of a drool dripping from her
chin, bobbed over toward a smoker. As she studied him with wide-eyed
wonder, she let out an enormous belch, right in his face! It was all
I could do to keep from laughing! The man gave a disgusted grunt,
and stepping over us, he retreated down the aisle into the back of
the plane. I never saw him again.
Behind me, across the isle, I heard someone laughing. Turning
to look at him, I saw a man with a beet red face, nearly helpless
with amusement. Our eyes locked and we both cracked up.
"Out of the mouths of babes!" said my conspirator, with a wicked
twinkle in his eye. We laughed for some time and then we began to
visit. He was heading home to visit his parents in Detroit,
Michigan. My daughter and I were also on our way home to stay with
my parents, who lived just south of Detroit.
"What a beautiful child," he said, gazing at my little girl,
with her soft dark curls and her big brown eyes. I agreed.
Something about this man was vaguely familiar, but I just couldn't
place him. We talked. He was warm, kind, and funny. I was pensive
from time to time but it was a relief to have a kindred soul to
distract me from my troubles.
I introduced myself and he told me that his friends called him
"Chuck." As we were talking, I just couldn't help but think I knew
this man from somewhere. I certainly knew no one who traveled first
class, and it would have been unlikely that we had ever met. He was
traveling from Los Angeles. I was traveling from the south, and we
had no similar points of reference, except Atlanta.
His voice was mesmerizing. It was so familiar. Strong and
evenly tempered. Where had I heard that voice?
All of a sudden, I knew him! I was sitting across from a very
famous man.
Charlton Heston!
My Gosh! I couldn't believe it, and we were talking like we were
old friends! Should I tell him that I recognized him? What could I
say?! "I just loved you in The Ten Commandments?!" How stupid would
that sound? And breaking into his privacy to ask for an autograph,
was simply not going to happen. So, I never said a word.
He was charming and kind. He held my little girl and he played
the typical baby games, speaking to her in a warm and coaxing way.
She crowed in his face and giggled. I don't remember what we talked
about. Ordinary things. We visited for three and a half hours. I
didn't tell him that I was fleeing for my life and he never told me
that he was a famous movie star.
All too soon our trip was over. The plane landed and we both
got our carry-ons. Mine was a diaper bag. His was something more
Samsonite. He gathered his things and I picked up my infant daughter.
He left the plane to be greeted by the press and cameras. I
left to obscurity. We both hugged our families and my last sight of
him was to see him smile and nod his head at me as he began to answer
questions from someone holding a microphone. I smiled back and we
parted forever.
I didn't watch the news. I didn't see the interview. I don't
know the rest of his story. I did tell my parents, who doubted that
the man was famous. After all, on the plane we were simply two
travelers, passing time.
Somehow, this event was a pivotal point in my life. I had
respected the privacy of a famous man simply because I could. After
eleven months of married hell, he had made me feel, well, normal.
Now, that he has passed on, I remember a man who gave me my
first glimpse into a normal life -- one where humor and kindness
saved the day.
Mr. Heston could have been aloof and superior, but somehow I
don't think that was a part of his character. Often in the
tumultuous days of my bitter divorce, I would think of that very
famous man, who touched my life with so much grace.
Now, nearly forty years later, it occurs to me, how blessed I
am, that I did not invade the privacy of that famous man.
He gave me a precious memory and he did give me his autograph.
-- he wrote his autograph on my life!
-- Jaye Lewis
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Jaye is a Heartwarmer Gem and contributing author to Chicken Soup for
the Soul. She lives and writes in the beautiful mountains of
southwestern Virginia. Jaye says, "This encounter with "Chuck"
Heston remains one of my most precious memories." Jaye's website can
be visited by going to http://www.entertainingangels.org
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>I Want This Jesus!
(Seeing People as God and Jesus Christ Sees Them)
[By Jim Cymbala]
It was Easter Sunday and I was so tired at the end of the day that I
just went to the edge of the platform, pulled down my tie and sat down
and draped my feet over the edge. It was a wonderful service with many
people coming forward. The counselors were talking with these people.
As I was sitting there, I looked up the middle aisle, and there in
about the third row was a man who looked about fifty, disheveled,
filthy. He looked up at me rather sheepishly, as if saying, "Could I
talk to you?"
We have homeless people coming in all the time, asking for money or
whatever. So as I sat there, I said to myself, though I am ashamed of
it, "What a way to end a Sunday. I've had such a good time, preaching
and ministering, and here's a fellow probably wanting some money for
more wine."
He walked up. When he got within about five feet of me, I smelled a
horrible smell like I'd never smelled in my life. It was so awful that
when he got close, I would inhale by looking away, and then I'd talk to
him, and then look away to inhale, because I couldn't inhale facing
him.
I asked him, "What's your name?"
"David."
"How long have you been on the street?"
"Six years."
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-two." He looked fifty - hair matted; front teeth missing; wino;
eyes slightly glazed.
"Where did you sleep last night, David?"
"Abandoned truck."
I keep in my back pocket a money clip that also holds some credit
cards. I fumbled to pick one out thinking; I'll give him some money. I
won't even get a volunteer. They are all busy talking with others.
Usually we don't give money to people. We take them to get something to
eat. I took the money out.
David pushed his finger in front of me. He said, "I don't want your
money. I want this Jesus...the One you were talking about, because I'm
not going to make it. I'm going to die on the street."
I completely forgot about David, and I started to weep for myself. I
was going to give a couple of dollars to someone God had sent to me.
See how easy it is?
I could make the excuse I was tired. There is no excuse. I was not
seeing him the way God sees him. I was not feeling what God feels. But
oh, did that change!
David just stood there. He didn't know what was happening. I pleaded
with God, "God, forgive me! Forgive me! Please forgive me. I am so
sorry to represent You this way. I'm so sorry. Here I am with my
message and my points, and You send somebody and I am not ready for it.
Oh, God!"
Something came over me. Suddenly I started to weep deeper, and David
began to weep. He fell against my chest as I was sitting there. He fell
against my white shirt and tie, and I put my arms around him, and there
we wept on each other. The smell of His person became a beautiful aroma.
Here is what I thought the Lord made real to me: If you don't love this
smell I can't use you because this is why I called you where you are.
This is what you are about. You are about this smell.
Christ changed David's life. He started memorizing portions of
Scripture that were incredible. We got him a place to live. We hired
him in the church to do maintenance, and we got his teeth fixed. He was
a handsome man when he came out of the hospital. They detoxed him in 6
days. He spent that Thanksgiving at my house. He also spent Christmas
at my house. When we were exchanging presents, he pulled out a little
thing and he said, "This is for you." It was a little white hanky. It
was the only thing he could afford.
A year later David got up and talked about his conversion to Christ.
The minute he took the mic and began to speak, I said, "The man is a
preacher." This past Easter we ordained David. He is an associate
minister of a church over in New Jersey.
And I was so close to saying, "Here, take this; I'm a busy preacher."
We can get so full of ourselves.
"Jesus does not require that we become holy and perfect before we come
to him. He demands that we know that we are sick and in need of a
physician." - James Bryan Smith
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>Scriptures:
The very basis of Grace is the resurection of Christ who died and was
raised again. I celebrate Resurection Day and Praise God for His Son's
Death, Burial and Resurection for mankind.
You may say, "But I just can't make myself feel like God loves me."
Belief is NOT a feeling. It's a choice. We may live many days when we
don't feel loved or lovely, but we can choose to take God at His Word
in spite of our feelings and emotions.
Read 1 John 3:1
(Look at how great a love the Father has given us, that we should be
called God's children.)
In reality, there is no such thing as a completely independent human
psyche. That is why, to entice us, Satan offers us alternate
attachments masquerading as fulfilments to our inner needs.
Wrong attachments means we are growing in our dependance and reliance
on something other than God.
Read James 4:8
(Draw near to God and he will draw near to you.)
Any place we have to hide is not safe. In Christ, we find the freedom
to be safely exposed!!! If only we could understand that God's
authority does not imprison us. It sets us free!!!
Read Jeremiah 15:11
(Assuredly, I will set you free and care for you. Assuredly. I will
Intercede for you.)
We can believe in Christ, accepting the truth that He is the Son of
God. We can believe on Christ, receiving eternal salvation. Yet
there may still be times when we fail to stand firmly in our belief,
choosing not to find Him trustworthy
day by day.....
Read Mark 9:23
(Everything is possible to the one who believes.)
We can believe in Christ for salvation in a matter of seconds and yet
spend the rest of our days believing Him for little more. Eternity can
be well secured while life on earth remains haste at best.
Read Mark 9:23
(Everything is possible to the one who believes.)
When I talk about believing God, I don't mean just believing in God.
I mean believing God, believing what He says.
Read Mark 9:23
(Everything is possible to the one who believes.)
God does not love us any less during the difficult
seasons of our lives. He simply desires to let us
grow up and teach us to walk by faith.
Read Isaiah 43:2
(I will be with you when you pass through the waters,
and when you pass through the rivers, they will not overwhelm you.)
I doubt that any believer feels God's wonderful
presence every second of every day. Sometimes
we are challenged to believe He is with us simply
because He promised.
THAT IS FAITH.
Read Isaiah 43:2
(I will be with you when you pass through the waters,
and when you pass through the rivers, they will NOT
overwhelm you.)
Why do we have such trouble believing and accepting the love of God,
even though unbelief regarding His love is the ultimate slap in His
face???? The world came into being from the foundation of God's love.
He nailed it down for us on the cross.
Can you imagine the grief of our unbelief after all He has done?
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>Let Go of the Past
Release what needs to be free.
It's really hard to let go.
For Many of us it is instinctive to cling.
Holding on to it only Causes pain.
When you let go of the old things, you pave the way for New
things-experiences that are perhaps more exciting, Adventurous or
wholesome.
When you let go of the past, You free yourself. You are letting
go of that which is Rotting and decaying You are then ready to
embrace the fresh, unopened buds of change.
Have the courage to let go. When you relinquish the past,
Your future embraces you.
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>WHAT DO YOU WANT MOST?
You've heard it said that the best things in life aren't things. This
Truth is illustrated well by Andrea Jaeger.
At age 14 Andrea won her first professional tennis tournament. At 15,
She was the youngest player ever to be seeded at Wimbledon, a record
She held for 10 years. She won again and again until, at 18 years old,
She reached the finals of Wimbledon. But at age 19, a shoulder injury
Brought her career to an end.
Her body was injured, but not her spirit. Andrea Jaeger no longer
Serves up aces on the court, but she is serving society. She has
Dedicated her time and money to bringing hope and joy to children who
Are suffering from cancer or other life-threatening illnesses. She
Runs her own organization full time, year-round, unpaid.
"You get very spoiled on the pro tour," she says. "The courtesy cars,
The five-star hotels, all the people clapping because you hit a good
Shot. It's easy to forget what's important in life."
She forgets a lot less lately.
Her life is an example of what can happen when one concentrates on
"what's important in life." It has been said that the main cause for
Failure and unhappiness is trading what you want most for what you
Want at the moment. And if the best things in life are not things,
Then what do you want most? What Andrea wants most in life is to help
Other people. And I'll wager she is fulfilled and happy because of her
Dedication to a purpose bigger than herself.
What if you traded what you want at the moment for what you want
Most -- if you remember what is important in life and try to do that?
The life you build would be no less than incredible.
~~Steve Goodier
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>Not Everything We Hear Is True
(By Rocky Henriques)
Have you ever noticed how many times those who know the Bible the
least, and spend the least amount of time studying it, seem to
know so much about it? Take celebrities for example. In many cases,
all that is required is that the celebrity has an opinion about it.
It doesn't really matter that he or she has never been exposed to
sound Biblical teaching, or has any other credentials that would
qualify him or her to make such statements.
The subject of Heaven and Jesus being the Only Way is just one of
those topics which we frequently hear them pontificating on. They
will boldly declare that Jesus can't possibly be the "only way."
And the audience applauds.
I agree that there are "many ways," but they all need to be asking
where those ways take them. Only one road takes us to Heaven. How
do we know this? Because the Bible says so. And if I believe what
the Bible says about that, then I've got to believe what it says
about my sin and my eternal destination unless I repent and turn to
Christ.
Not many audiences, including those in many churches, would applaud
if Oprah said, "Jesus is the only way to heaven, and we need to
follow Him."
Sort of reminds me of an old story about a motor cycle mechanic who was
removing a cylinder head from the motor of a Harley motorcycle when he
spotted a well-known heart surgeon in his shop. The surgeon had come in
so the mechanic could take a look at his bike.
The mechanic shouted across the garage, "Hey, Doc, can I ask you a
question?"
The surgeon walked over to the mechanic. The mechanic straightened up,
wiped his hands on a rag and asked, "So Doc, look at this engine. I
open its heart, take valves out, fix 'em, put 'em back in, and when I
finish, it works just like new. So how come I get such a small salary
and you get the really big bucks, when you and I are doing basically
the same work?"
The surgeon paused, smiled and leaned over, and whispered to the
mechanic... "Try it with the engine running."
Just because the mechanic could repair a motorcycle engine did not mean
that he could perform open-heart surgery. The lesson, I believe, is
that just because I've made a movie, or thrown a few touchdowns, or
even won an election, does not mean that I am qualified to give a
definitive word on what the Bible says about Heaven or how to be saved.
I am certainly not saying that the only ones qualified to comment about
the Bible or even have an opinion about it are preachers and Bible
scholars. But when it comes to commenting on spiritual matters,
shouldn't we at least be familiar with what the Scripture says?
Shouldn't we question the source of our information before blindly
believing anything that comes across the airwaves or in an email?
We should all be careful what we believe. Not everything we hear is
true.
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...nor do all preachers have it right - take Rev. Jeremiah Wright
for instance...
Rev. Wright Roars Back with Hate-Laced Easter Week Sermon
http://tinyurl.com/8ytcqom
I John 4:
[16] And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God
is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
Preachers who teach hate instead of reproof, correction and forgiveness
are not doing God's Will - God's Word is His Will. The Bible does not
teach hate your neighbors, hate the sinners, hate those that do you
harm or hate the world.
This is how the bible says preachers, teachers and
children of God should be:
2 Cor.6:
[3] Giving no offence in any thing, that the ministry be not blamed:
[4] But in all things approving ourselves as the ministers of God, in
much patience, in afflictions, in necessities, in distresses,
[5] In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumults, in labours, in watchings,
in fastings;
[6] By pureness, by knowledge, by longsuffering, by kindness, by the
Holy Ghost, by love unfeigned,
[7] By the word of truth, by the power of God, by the armour of
righteousness on the right hand and on the left,
[8] By honour and dishonour, by evil report and good report: as
deceivers, and yet true;
[9] As unknown, and yet well known; as dying, and, behold, we live; as
chastened, and not killed;
[10] As sorrowful, yet alway rejoicing; as poor, yet making many rich;
as having nothing, and yet possessing all things.
Doesn't sound at all like Rev.Wright does it? God's Word teaches love
and forgiveness and Wisdom to leave those who are unequally yoked in
evil alone.
2 Cor.6:
[14] Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what
fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion
hath light with darkness?
Word to the wise is to read and study God's Word so you know when
someone is feeding you a bunch of bull instead of the truth! God's
Word is too important - it is life or death. Once you have a trusted
teacher, stay with them and keep God's Word close as your spiritual
guide and vetting reference. Pray and believe God for His guidance
in love through Jesus Christ.
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In a country home that seldom had guests, the young son was eager
to help his mother after his father appeared with two dinner guests
from the office.
When the dinner was nearly over, the boy went to the kitchen and
proudly carried in the first piece of apple pie, giving it to his
father, who passed it to a guest. The boy came in with a second piece
of pie and again watched his father give it to a guest.
This was too much for the boy, who said, "It's no use, Dad. The
pieces are all the same size."
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One day a little girl came home from school, and said to her
mother, "Mommy, today in school the teacher punished me for something
that I didn't do."
The mother exclaimed, "But that's terrible! I'm going to have a
talk with your teacher about this right away! By the way, what was it
that you didn't do?"
"My homework," she replied...
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>THE HITCHHIKER
By: Joseph J. Mazzella
It was the middle of Winter and I was just getting out of a
training for my job. The drive home was 25 miles and I needed to get on
the road quick so I could get back in time to pick up my sons from
school. I pulled my coat on and headed out to my car. The temperatures
were below freezing, the snow was steadily falling, and the wind felt
like a punch in the face. I hurried into my car and pulled out. I had
only been driving a few minutes, though, when I saw him. He was dressed
in an old, thin coat. His long hair and grey bread looked frosted from
the air. In one hand he held 3 grocery bags. The other hand was up,
hitchhiking in the swirling snowstorm.
I don’t usually pick up hitchhikers because with 3 grown kids and
one small car there usually isn’t room. This time, however, I pulled
over fast and opened the door for the shivering man. He wasn’t headed
to the same town I was but I agreed to give him a ride halfway home.
For the next 12 miles then we rode and talked. It was one of the most
enjoyable and enlightening conversations I’d had in a long time. We
talked of education, money, my children, the kindness of strangers, and
even touched on spirituality. My passenger was a retired school teacher
living on a fixed income, but he didn’t let having little money and no
car keep him from experiencing life to the fullest. In fact, only one
of his 3 bags had actual groceries. Another was full of books and the
third carried a new plant for his home. He reminded me again that
appearances can be deceiving and that the brightest souls often come in
disguise.
I felt sorry for all the other drivers who passed by this fine
man. They missed out on a great talk full of wisdom and joy. They
missed out on meeting a shining soul still sharing his light. They
chose fear and lost. May you always choose love instead. May you help
your neighbor whenever you can. And may you treat everyone you meet as
God in disguise.
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>Rays of Son
Five-year-old asks God,
‘How long is forever?’
By Greg Miller
Five-year-old Wallace had been attending kindergarten for two weeks
when he asked his mother if he could start walking to school alone.
Although their home was only three blocks from the school, Wilma,
Wallace’s mom, felt that her son was safer in her car than walking
those three blocks by himself.
Their home was almost at the midway point between the school and their
church. For almost three months, Wallace had walked to church, but she
walked with him.
After one week of asking, Wallace was allowed to begin walking to
school alone. Wilma followed closely in her vehicle, as Wallace made
his way down the sidewalk to the school.
Wallace hadn’t told his mother, but he had begun having very quiet
conversations with God during their walks to the church. He and the
Lord had been discussing the topic of the Garden of Eden and the story
of Adam and Eve.
A very bright young man, after only a few days Wallace felt as if he
had become an expert on the Garden of Eden. “If you want to know
anything, anything at all, about the Garden of Eden and the Creation of
the World, just asked me,” he told the people at church.
When he began walking to school, he and the Lord began discussing the
topic, “how long is forever?”
“I am only five years old,” Wallace said. “And my mom and dad are old
-real old. Mom is 27 and dad is 29. I meean, they are so old, they must
have been around forever.”
“Your parents are not old” said God. “They are actually very young.”
“If it’s OK, I’d like to ask you something,” said Wallace. “It’s
something that I think about often.”
“It’s OK, let’s talk about it,” said the Lord. “What’s on your mind?”
“I’d like to ask you Lord, how long is forever?”
“Forever is a long time, a very long time,” God replied.
“But how long?,” Wallace asked.
“How long does it take you to walk to the church or to the school?,”
the Lord asked.
“It only takes about three or four minutes to walk to either place,”
said Wallace.
“But what if you walked from your home to the church, then all the way
to the school…and you kept doing that all day long?”
“That sure would be a long time,” Wallace said.
“What if you did that all day every day for the rest of your life?”
“Would I get to eat my peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich every day?”
“No peanut butter-and-jelly sandwiches,” said the Lord.
“Now that sounds an awful lot like forever!,” moaned Wallace.
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He also works as the religion editor of a daily newspaper in northeast
Tennessee. To contact Miller for preaching and after dinner speaking
engagements, puppet ministry, etc., please e-mail him at
kidcool4jesus@yahoo.com or visit http://raysofsoncolumn.webs.com.
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by Donald L. Rosenkjar Clayton Bennett
California, USA
It was Christmastime at Gallaudet University in Washington, DC, the
world's only liberal arts university for the deaf. The campus was
nearly deserted, so I was almost alone. It was my first Christmas
away from my family -- with no Christmas tree, no burning fireplace,
no fabulous dinner, no laughter, no gifts to open.
I just could not afford to fly home, and felt awfully sorry for
myself.
On one gloomy, rainy afternoon, feeling dejected, I dragged myself
to a nearby post office to send a package home. I normally wear a
hearing aid from early in the morning until bedtime in the evening.
That day, I just did not want to hear anything, so I left my hearing
aid in my dormitory room and rendered myself stone deaf.
The weather was plain miserable. Inside the post office, each window
had a line of at least a dozen people.
I was standing in one of the lines, with all the other faceless
customers, when the door swung open. In came in a boy, perhaps 12
years old, soaked wet. He was selling copies of the Washington Post
for ten cents each. There was nothing else for me to look at, so I
watched him.
He went up to each person and offered a newspaper for sale. Person
after person, line after line -- no one would buy. Most people
pretended not to notice him. Finally, he came up to me. I told him
that I didn't need the paper because my college reading room was
always supplied with newspapers. He left me and went on to other
people.
No one bought any of his newspapers, and I started to feel some sort
of pain about him. I searched my pocket and found a quarter. I
motioned for him to come over and gave him my quarter. He got
fifteen cents change for me, and I told him to keep it. He handed me
the paper, and I told him that I didn't need it. He looked at me,
puzzled, then started shouting words I could neither hear nor
understand.
Suddenly, all the unknown people in the post office turned in my
direction, and they all smiled.
It was an unexpected and astonishing moment. Whatever he said must
have been wonderful.
He had no way to know what effect his shouted thanks would have on
me; no way to know my situation that Christmas. Whoever he was, he
had a choice -- and he chose to thank me in a way which altered my
holiday completely.
I'll never forget his incredible thank you, for it changed an
otherwise lonely Christmas into one of my finestI
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about their school day. Tim, 8, was describing a game they played in
gym class. He said Mrs. Fitzpatrick (the teacher) swung the jump
rope around and they had to jump over it, "and if it hit us we were
illuminated." James told him he thought the word he wanted was
eliminated -- to which Brian, 10, responded, "I thought it was
laminated!" -- James Tew of Kendallville, Indiana
Each year on Palm Sunday Laura's church has the children's choir
sing. After the first night of practice, Laura asked Noah, 5, what
songs they would be singing for Palm Sunday. He responded, "We're
singing a Christmas song." Puzzled, Laura turned to look at him and
said, "You're not going to sing Christmas songs at Easter!" In a
very adamant voice, he said, "Yes we are, Mom. You don't even
know... we're singing a song that says 'Ho Ho Ho Santa.'" Laura had
to stop and think for a second. Then it hit her. He was referring
to "Ho Ho Hosanna, Ha Ha Hallelujah!" -- Laura Eller of Morganton,
North Carolina
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collection of miniature cars, trains and fire engines on the library
shelf. When she asked him what he was doing, he looked at her very
seriously and asked, "Did you ever think about giving any of those
away?" She just laughed and gave him the duplicates. -- Roselyn
Glasgow Bryant of Evans, Georgia
Emily, 8 and her mother Jodi were watching an Easter program on
television Easter night. For the most part Emily sat there quietly
listening and watching intently. Then out of nowhere, she looked at
Jodi and asked, "Mommy, is it possible to stop being related to
someone?" Uncertain of this question's origin, Jodi hesitantly said,
"I don't think so." Then Emily added, "Aw, who wouldn't want to be
related to me, I'm just a big bucket of love!" -- Mark Brayton of
Kendallville, Indiana
Here is another Emily story. Earlier in the week Emily's dad
Mark explained they had received three movies in the mail and looked
forward to watching them. Mark was especially excited for Emily to
see the movie "Back To The Future." Mark went on to explain that
this was one of the most popular movies when he was a teenager and he
hoped she would get as much enjoyment watching this movie as he did.
After what Mark thought was a great sales pitch, Emily's only
question was, "This isn't in black and white, is it?"
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"Briachiosaurus had little to do,
But stand with its head in the treetops and chew,
It nibbled the leaves that were tender and green,
It was a perpetual eating machine."
-- Jack Prelutsky
Mark, Jodi and Emily went out to eat. When they were finished
eating and walking to the car, Jodi said, "Man, your dad is so
handsome!" Emily responded with, "Yeah, he's pretty good looking,
you know, for a guy his age."
Alex, 4, convinced his parents to allow him to enter the greased
pig contest at a local county fair. After a valiant endeavor, to his
parents amazement, he won. When awarded a T-shirt that said "winner
of greased pig contest" his mother took his picture. She said,
"Alex, smile ... you should be happy. You won!" Alex continued to
frown and he replied, "Then where's my pig?" (He thought if he
caught the pig it was his to keep -- a hard lesson learned.) -- Karen
Noll (grandmother of Alex) of Auburn, Indiana
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Florida over spring break. Pap Pap suggested that they go to
restaurant that served yummy hush puppies. Hunter had never heard of
them. When he placed his order, Hunter asked the waitress for "quiet
doggies." -- Roseann Dunteman (aunt of Hunter) of Paradise Valley,
Arizona
Cali's Nana told her that she was going to go on a diet. Cali,
4, got up one morning and asked her mom when Nana was going on a
diet. Her mom told her that she was going on a diet today. Cali
then asked her mom, "Can I go with her?" -- Cathy (mom of Cali) of
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When Trevor, 4, was asked what he wanted for Christmas, he would
say a costume of a character he saw in a show. He told every Santa
in the mall the same thing. But one day before Christmas he told his
aunt he was just saying that because those were fake Santas and the
real one would know what he really wanted -- it was a secret. --
Trevor's Aunt Amy of Butler, Pennsylvania
Jeani watches her granddaughter, Lea, 2, while her parents are
working. One morning Jeani called for Lea to come to her. Lea
answered, "I busy, MeMaw." -- Jeani Bible (MeMaw) of Laurens, South
Carolina
Lisa is 38 weeks pregnant with her second child (to be named
Chloe). Nolan, 3, told Lisa she looked like she "had a snowman ball
belly." Then he asked his mother, "Who did it?" She replied, "Baby
Chloe." He said, "I love Baby Chloe!" -- Lisa Billingsley of Scaly
Mountain, North Carolina
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old Tigger stuffed animal every night. One morning he said, "I smell
like Tigger under my coat." Lisa asked him what Tigger smelled like
and he said, "Fuzzies."
Tre, 4, lives across the yard from his great aunt and uncle. He
came over and wanted to help make cookies with raspberry filling.
They turned out quite well. Then he helped make some cookies that
were kind of like a biscuit. He didn't like them very well. When
his dad came over, his great aunt asked him to try the cookies. Trey
said the cookies that were like a biscuit weren't very good because
"they just don't have any feelings!" -- M and V Steffen (great aunt
and great uncle)of rural Decatur
Sharron's 3-year-old granddaughter has a DVD with Bible songs.
One of them has the chorus, "When we all get to heaven what a
glorious day that will be." The 3-year-old said, "Mamaw, Applebee."
Sharon said, "I will take you to Applebee's." Later they were
singing the chorus, the little girl corrected Sharron. She said,
"No, Mamaw, when we all get to Applebee's!" -- Sharron Plummer of
Auburn
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Here's another story from Sharron about her granddaughter. Last
fall, when Juliann was 2, Sharron fell outdoors. Juliann came to her
and said, "Help you out, Mamaw." Sharon replied, "I don't think
Mamaw can get up. I may have to be here all night." Juliann
disappeared. When Sharon's husband came to help, Juliann was behind
him, carrying a pillow. She was bringing it because she thought
Mamaw was going to be down "all night" and needed to be comfortable.
MaMoms babysits for Ali, 15 months old, and is working hard to
instill appropriate growth for sweet Ali. One thing they work on
everyday at lunch time is Ali folding her hands for prayer time.
When MaMoms was trying to get her to listen to "God is great, God is
good" and Ali was busying herself with her peas, she asked, "Ali, can
you say Amen with MaMoms?" Little Ali looked at her for a moment and
then said, "Ahhhhhh, NO!" -- Edie Watson (MaMoms) of North Webster,
Indiana
Andre had a talk about Santa this year. On the day before
Easter he said, "Mom, I know about Santa. I figure the same about
the Tooth Fairy. But what about the Easter Bunny?" -- Andre's mom of
Pennsylvania
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Failure doesn't mean - "You are a failure,"
It means - You have not succeeded.
Failure doesn't mean - "You accomplished nothing,"
It means - You have learned something.
Failure doesn't mean - "You have been a fool,"
It means - You had a lot of faith.
Failure doesn't mean - "You don't have it,"
It means - You were willing to try.
Failure doesn't mean - "You are inferior,"
It means - You are not perfect.
Failure doesn't mean - "You've wasted your life,"
It means - You have a reason to start afresh.
Failure doesn't mean - "You should give up,"
It means - "You must try harder.
Failure doesn't mean - "You'll never make it,"
It means - It will take a little longer.
Failure doesn't mean - "God has abandoned you,"
It means - God has a better way for you.
Philippians 3:13-14
[13] Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one
thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching
forth unto those things which are before,
[14] I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God
in Christ Jesus.
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